my fear grows as my face shows
scared to approach a mirror
it might leave you in tears or
catch you by surprise.
because i'm painted with different colors.
trapped behind the shudders
i was blue, then red.
let it dry,
then turned blue again.
when complications would meet me,
i would turn green.
a different scene
after the other
after the other.
it's hard for me to trust
when i hold my heart away from my chest.
i've always been second best.
the only thing that excites me is a paint brush.
i've never been good at keeping in touch.
i hate to lie, and never hold a grudge.
i'm terrible at speaking,
and always get tongue tied.
if i knew any more, i would say.
but it's all kept inside,
layers
layers
even i dont know,
What color am I?